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[anonymous0writer]

corruption | j. maybank

summary: another indigo eyed boy had her first and she still feels the echos of them

wc: 1,542

a/n: also hey. im back from the fucking dead kinda. i had no clue who to write this for so, here ya go. (though im over writing for obx)

warnings: regular smutty things, with toxic/ slightly abusive ex, some angst

With a small pinch of cocaine coating her nostrils and new, uncharted electricity in her veins, she could pretend with some small understanding that some fundamental part of her nervous system knew the truth but still sits pacified with the fabrication of her reality. So, with the aid of hard drugs and the cold clasp of rings against the sweaty jut of her hip, the fluttering of her eyes makes her world blurry in a gloriously disastrous way that she knows will leave her throat thick with regret in the morning but she’s too focused on the sinful ministrations committed by the blonde hovering over her. His hands are roaming in the way overindulged high-school boys act when under the impression that something is free, but for the life of her, she cannot mind it. Despite her soft indignation at the high probability that the indigo-eyed boy leaving hickeys along her neck like a necklace was in fact one of those boys, her back still arched and the cocaine had carried her to a new high she never thought possible. A feeling she was quickly attaching to the pale-eyed, sharp-toothed boy sloppily pulling down her jean cut-offs. She doesn’t remember his name and doesn’t bother to learn what syllables she’s meant to chant as he grinds against her writhing hips, but he knows hers. He’s crashing into her without a shred of remorse he almost should feel, a soft whine crawling from his throat as the tips of her nails dig into the bulk of his shoulder. When she starts gasping like the oxygen in the room was depleting and her hips struggle to match his rhythm, he believes for a moment that she’s hooked; caught in his web, and finally ready to surrender to the truth once he gives her what she wants. 

She is crying like she might just fall apart under him in a puddle of smudged eyeliner and bad decisions, her thoughts tangle hapharsdly as praises fall off her tongue and it becomes increasingly harder to keep her truth at bay when his head tips back with a moan spilling frm his throat the same exact way Rafe’s would when she would tug at the roots of his sandy hair. Unable to scratch together memory of this boy who’s a fucking magician and who he might be, she writhes under his teasing touch, pushing his calloused hands against her breasts because she cannot stop the fantasy that it’s him. She gives him the words she pretends he loves, enjoying the way his chest stutters under her palm and the elongated moan he cries against the shell of her ear when she flips them over. The sheets catch against her ankles, challenging her as she gives him new sights of the grandeur of her body; in sharp, hidden contrast to the wasteland of her mind she will never grant him the chance to decipher. 

When the cold press of his myriad of rings presses against the boiling skin of her lower stomach, she gasps out in a raspy moan, fingers curling against the sheets as his thumb starts lazily drawing against her heat, a devious plan of manipulation the boy doesn’t understand he’s wielding. He likes the way her throat bobs in an attempt at control of her own body as she begins to shake and suddenly he wants her to say his name. JJ’s lusting after a domesticated ideal of her that will never come to fruition because she doens’t know his name and she’s keeping her eyes closed. So he removes the pressure of his hands and instead resigns to pushing her hips in a repeated motion that will have what ever this is ending and he can settle his nerves and forget her gasps of pleasure in a haze of marijuana. 

She, on the other hand, is diminished to pleaing, not understanding the sudden magnetic pull of how this boy, that is so different from Rafe, is tying a string to her heart that threatens to snap. She feels as if the hand against her body was a declaration of love, however surface-level and lewd, and she aches at the loss of it in a deeper way than just primal lust. So she curls herself closer to the sweat-slicked expanse of his chest, pressing her palm against his ribs to feel the erratic thump of his heart that’s kicked into such a frenzy by her. 

“Please,” she finds herself saying, unsure of what exactly she’s begging for, but all she knows is more. More of his shameless hands and the cold jolt of his rings that drag along her flesh in waves of goosebumps. She begs again, her hips slowing and stuttering as her movements become more lackadaisical, hoping her sudden attempt at intimacy works. The words continues to fall from her tongue, sloppy kisses littering his neck as she focuses more on the act of their need rather than the end. The emotion she suddenly feels atop this indigo-eyed boy blooms in her heart with a fevor similar to the rush of cocaine in her nose is almost painful. She feels the cracks in her heart with a intensity she believes to be love in her twisted understanding of the emotion. 

JJ blinks, his thoughts stumbling as her body language changes, sincerity pouring from her in what seems like a fake rush. He briefly wonders if she ever learned the difference between love and lust as she rides him in pornagraphic fashion, a breathless smile matching her glazed eyes. Falling into her trap of honesty, the sweating boy brought his hips up in needy revolution, enjoying the contortion of her face as her orgasm nipped at her heels. A soft, nearly imprecepptiable cry of something that sounds a lot like fuck me haunts him. He knows she means it in a lustful, heart-less adolescent way, with mouths full of meaningless words. But, bouncing on his hips, skin pressed together and moans cascading into a final cry, she thinks this time it’s different. When above Rafe, with his aggressive hands and the wicked curve to his smiles, she said that in the way fuck me, was mean and sloppy, full of lust and only the end in mind. But here, with her fingers itching to be grasping his, not Rafe’s, but whoever he is instead, she thinks she means in it in way way fuck me was meant. With kisses and giggles and pleasure after love. She empties her heart into the words, wishing that for once her heart meant what it says and that she’s not foolishly chasing after something with a guy just because she fucked him and mistook it for more. 

As their rendezvous of misplaced affection and foolish grasps at doomed teenage love ends, they realize, with shaking fingers and flushed faces that their mortal end is in fact as awkward and he feared and disastrous as she knew. She feels the need to interlock their fingers and kiss his cheek, because it seems domestic and sweet, a homage to something they might be, but she refrains. He lets whatever he imagined might spark from the kindling of their lust unraveled and fall from his grasp. 

As she peels herself away, she can’t help but think of him and how this scenes is hauntingly familiar to all the times Rafe sniffed after he came, already searching for another high that was decidedly not her and the numerous times he would cradle her face and kiss her just a little too hard and blame it on the fact that he just felt overwhelmed about how much he liked but not loved her. She can feel her arousal sticky on her thighs when she stands and feels a type of selfishness overtake her; there was this boy with cold, rings and pale-eyes that seemed desperate for her touch, why couldn’t she love him? And why couldn’t she keep him all for herself? 

He’s picking himself up, the fragile remains of his dashed hopes of love cutting against his skin as he tugs on his shorts, crass enough in his exit that his sweaty chest is still exposed as he maneuvers toward the doorway. She, fingers curling around the lacy fabric of her bra, watches, eyes widened in a half-plea as he waits by the door. She realizes that JJ is not, in fact, hesitating to confess his love, he’s waiting; respectfully with his back turned for her to change so when he opens the door, she’s not on display. Her cheeks heat at the action of decency that she knows belongs to only him, and yanks on her clothes in the form of an apology that they couldn’t be more. She’s gathering words to tell him to stay, but she doesn't know how to formulate such an emotionally available sentence. And he’s already gone- desperate to abandon the girl that attempted to be real during sex and forget the taste of her lips. So she remains, eyes cast to the door as if the sole memory of his figure can bring him back. But she’s too intimate with the understanding nature of impossible ends brought on by foolish wishes. So this time, she doesn’t.

[cognacdelights]

hate cheating irl but it adds drama in fics so i say go for it! especially if ur writing :)

yeah i think as long as can all separate real people and real feelings from fictional characters and fictional feelings and fictional events then it should be good? 👀

how do you feel about cheating fics?

[demxters]

so happy to see you back bby. i miss you <3

maggie! i miss you too 🥺 we need to catch up and have another movie night pls! love you 💜

[lyricalimerence]

linds i’m so proud of you sjsj your writing is incredible and you deserve this! but onto the games: cast your mutuals words (like random, weird words that are somehow are i’m the english language lol) anyways i love you to death!

mags u make my heart palpitate 😌✨

@calumbroutledge as boffola - a joke that gets a loud or hearty laugh

jackie's kind of effortlessly funny she gets me rolling on the floor within like three messages

@outrbank as cacoethes - an urge to do something inadvisable

im concerned for kacey's wellbeing lots of the time as she does inadvisable things

@thelocalpogue canorous - melodious or resonant

i dunno i like her voice 😳 she's also very good at comforting people. if she was in atla she'd be a water bender for sure

you, @anonymous0writer as coprolalia - the involuntary repetitive use of obscene language

you shock me with your swearing but i said it at your age too ✨😎

@starkeystyles as nacarat - a bright orange-red color

shan reminds me of like a fire kind of because her personality is warm and she's kind of like a magnet i dunno i like talking with her she's a great person

@jayjaymaebank as panurgic - able or ready to do anything

kier is panurguic because she reminds me of that one friend who's down to do anything

[ptersparkers]

i think im quite possibly the only person that wants chapter 8 to break my heart?? like yes, let there be angst. like sure, it'd be fun to have y/n and jj together, but the angst would be immaculate :) but oh well. i love the series scout bb.

ugh i like, fully adore you. also chapter eight will definitely have heavy angst from both ends and will explore jj’s relationship with both y/n and himself, as well as why he did what he did and how it affects how he treats y/n. as for the ending....who even knows?

[maaybanks]

🌸🎨 idk why but lowkey feel like you’d be good at drawing or can play flute really well?? ily sm ki

awww thank you mags!!!

🌸 = soft vibes

🎨 = artist vibes

okay i’m a very soft person so i have to agree with that, and you’re like, semi right on the artsy thing! i’m not really good at drawing but i like to, and i’m actually really good at playing the clarinet! ilysm mags!!

tell me what kinda vibes I give off?

[outerbankslut]

🌱 first impression?

When we first interacted on the groupchat you were so sweet and welcoming and your heckin aesthetic and theme to your blog is always so pretty. And you seemed so friendly and just really positive and inclusive. Also your fics are so good, you’re so talented <33

[storiesbymads]

hey! just wanna pop in and say hi and that i love you. ok bye

wow you’re really gonna do thus to my heart rn 🥺

[gloriousmessofagirl]

drew starkey/rafe cameron fic recs

Drew Starkey

- Holiday by @archer-writes // (7.20) - Well that’s One Way to Wake a Man Up by @anonymous0writer // nsfw (7.20) - Here’s to the Future by @adventuresinobx // (7.20) - The Chain by @adventuresinobx // nsfw (7.20) - I Might’ve Been in Love with You by @wannabestarkeysgirl // (7.20) - College Baseball AU by @drewsbuzzcut // series (7.20) - Buzzfeed Superlatives by @poge-life // (7.29) - Strawberry Chapstick by @chazycheese // (7.29) - Breakfast in Bed by @bethoconnor // (7.29) - Fluffy Slow Make Out by @joeystarkey // (8.09) - Caught on Film by @adventuresinobx // nsfw (8.09)

Rafe Cameron

- Ambivalence by @mackenzielovee // series (7.20) ** literally obsessed with this series...I probably check at least once a day for blurbs & mini asks & concepts ** - Letters to You by @mackenzielovee // series (7.20) ** honestly, everything she writes is *chef’s kiss*... you can’t go wrong here ** - The Last 5 Years by @butgilinsky // (7.20) - Diner (original blurb) by @butgilinsky // (7.20)           - Blueberry Pancakes (series) - Angels & Demons by @butgilinsky // (7.20) - High End Escort by @atomicchopshopbread // nsfw (7.27) - Tattoo Blurb by @softcoreparadise // nsfw (7.27) - Butterfly Clip by @milkiane // (7.29)

[gillybear17]

My first 2 weeks of Christmas nails!

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@cherienymphe

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@jjpogue

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[anonymous0writer]

overstim w rafe and he’s made you cum like twice already and you’re so fucking exhausted but he’s constantly praising you like “come on baby, i know you got one more in you. you’re doing so good” oh SHIT

Okay, well damn. 🥵 Ty Jackie. I hope this is what you wanted 👉👈

Author: @anonymous0writer

Warnings: SMUTTTTT (kinda just fingering tho..) and fluffy soft rafe if i write for rafe it’s always soft bc he’s a murderer

A/N: Nothing, just the USS got me wildin

*****

You whined, back arching off the bed, begging for more contact even though your eyes were slipping closed and exhaustion tugged in the back of your brain.

Rafe had made you cum two times, testing your endurance and exhaustion. His fingers lazily drew circles into your bundle of nerves, making a soft gasp escape your dry lips. You were still recovering, chest rising and falling in pants, eyes fluttering closed and skin slick with sweat. But to Rafe’s amusement, you were still soaked, and extremely sensitive to his wandering, magic creating fingers. The said fingers pressed down on your clit, making you moan. But you turned away, barely able to execute the movement because of how heavy you felt. You pressed your legs together as you rolled to the side, eyes sliding shut as you hummed.

“Rafe, I can’t- I can’t...” You trailed, your voice dying in your raw throat as the pressure on the mattress changed as your boyfriend lay behind you. His big hand rested on your hip, and traveled lower, coaxing your thighs back open.

“Yes, you can baby.” Rafe hummed, lips against your neck. “I know you got one more in you.” You didn’t have the energy to pull away from his touch, and part of you ahced for it still. Even though his cock, and then his fingers had fulfilled your needs. “You’re doing so good, angel.” He praised, making you lie flat on you back, legs spread as a hand teased your enterance, thumb tracing figure eights into your clit.

You released a whimper, eyes closed as you enacted to his touch. Your hands reached out, sliding onto Rafes chest as you flipped to face him. “Look at me, babygirl.” At his command, you pried you eyes open to meet his cerulean colored ones. He gave you a smirk and pressed a kiss to your forehead, just as a finger slipped into you.

A loud, delicious moan echoed through his room as he set a furious pace. His two fingers pumped in and out of you, sinful and hard. His thumb pressed and circled your clit, heightening your pleasure. You buried your face into the warm plains of his chest as he brought you to your high. “C’mon, baby. You got this,” He praised, fingers sliding easily in and out as your juices coated both his fingers and your thighs. “Good girl.”

He kept going, knowing you didn’t need much to get to your third orgasm. His fingers slammed in and out of you, making you cry out, fingers digging weakly into his chest. “Rafe!” You moaned as the coil in your stomach snapped, releasing your juices all over his fingers and yourself. However, your boyfriend didn’t stop, but slowed, fingers milking you for all you got. “Such a good girl for me, baby.” Rafe hummed, another kiss planted on your hairline.

As he slid his fingers out and sucked on them, you curled closer, eyes closing for the final time as sleep crept into the edges of your mind. But your boyfriend murmured an excuse and slipped out from under you. You whined at the loss of contact, but couldn’t bring yourself to care. Soon, the boy came back with a wet, cool cloth in his hands. He bent over you,

“We need to clean you up,” He smiled at your figure. Sweaty and exhausted in his bed, hair plastered on your face, lips parted in soft breaths. To him, you looked like an angel. Without warning, the boy dragged the cloth as softly as he could over your folds, wiping off your juices coating your core and inner thighs. You gasped, a whine tangling with the sound at the contact with your swollen nub.

“Rafe, I-“

“I know baby.” He replies, wiping off the last of your juices and leaving.

Rafe comes back, and lays next to you on the bed, covering your bare body with his own. He presses kisses to your face and neck, one on your exposed shoulder as he spoke. “You did so good, baby girl. So good..” He whispered, brushing your hair back to admire you.

Finally, you were able to calm down from the three, amazing highs, and able to fall into the abyss of sleep. Rafe held you closer, tuggin the covers up and over your naked bodies.

“God, I love you so much,” He whispered to your fast asleep figure.

[cognacdelights]

FRANKS YOURE SO PRETTY OMG

thank you wifey 🥰

[demxters]

can you make me a moodboard of me and my love of writing?? if that makes any sense lmao

i think so? lol i hope you meant something like this:

[lyricalimerence]

🌱🌱pls bby😌

hehe mags my love

lo que siento, cuco

glitter, benee

crowded room, christian french

pharmacy, isaac dunbar

ur one of my favorite people's and i feel like these songs just ✨encapsulate✨you

[ptersparkers]

hey! i know i’m a little later, but i’d love to join your writing challenge!

hi, angel! no worries - the challenge is ongoing and ends july 18th, which just means the last submission is on that day. 😌